Sometimes during the day I remember things about the kids when they were really small, and I write it down to blog about (so as not to forget it forever).

Back when belle was 2 or 3, we taught her and Isaac to just stay in their rooms and play each morning until we woke up. There was a streak of a week or two where Belle ignored these instructions and instead, just sorta fake cried until we got her out.

One morning after a particularly late night, we were awoken by Belle's sudden loud cries from her room. These were not fake cries but I guess in our sleepy haze we decided to let the situation play out for a minute. The crying augmented a bit and then sorta just stopped. The silence is what actually got our attention. But, after another few seconds, we heard Isabelle start to chatter and play so we went back to sleep.

Flash forward that morning to the stage of morning routine where I pitter patter around cleaning up things from the floor, making sure the kids were dressed, etc. I wandered into Isabelle's room and immediately noticed that the outlet close to the door looked charred. As in black soot actually covering the plate. "That's weird..." I thought, and I called over Tyler to examine it.

We figured a fuse had blown (like, really blown) and were confused for a while.Then, when we two really-not-handy people decided we had no idea how this could happen, we mentally made a note to call an electrician.

A minute later I turned around and saw Belle holding a coin. I asked her to see it and she gave it to me, saying in her adorable deep little raspy voice she used to have, "Penny, mom. Ouch."

I examined the penny. There were two giant cuts into the penny, making it look like slices were eaten from a pie. I couldn't imagine something strong enough in our house that Isabelle could have gotten a hold of to cut this penny.

I held it out to her and asked, "Izzy, why ouch?"

She toddled up to me, grabbed the penny, wandered over to the outlet and big tears started welling up in her eyes again. "Ouch, mom."

Tyler and I just stared at each other. Isabelle had stuck that penny in the outlet and gotten quite a shock apparently. Flames? Did flames burst out of it? Will we ever know?

Probably not. But I do know that my tiny kid took a shock, cried about it, then was completely over the drama in about 60 seconds flat.